Mine Eyes Are Burning!
Note to self: staying up until 3am is only a good idea at the time. In the morning, it will make you feel like shit.
Anyway. Somehow I got a B- on my Jew Class paper. It was without a doubt one of the worst things I have ever written, and like I told Dave after seeing my grade, I should've gotten an F. Or at least a C. Still, I guess if I do well on my reding prompts and on my final exam I could keep a B+ in that class, which is all I ask for at this point.
Shit. I just realized that I got chocolate on my grey sweatpants. That bugs the hell out of me, and not just because now I will have to change in order to satifsy my OCDness. My fault for being a slob when eating chocolate croissants. Except not really because I don't know how that got there. It's a terrible croissant anyway. I just can't win these days.
My cell phone is missing. I don't know why anyone out there in LJ land would be trying to call me, but if you have been and have been getting my voicemail over and over again, there's your explanation. If it doesn't turn up by the end of tomorrow I guess I'll have to get a new one. Then again, maybe I'll go incommunicado (correct word? Probably not...) and just not have a phone anymore. That could make life interesting.
Also, I still don't have my computer running. At this point, I'll probably just wait til my room is back in order, because hauling that thing over to Hughes is not my idea of a good time. Plus my recent string of bad luck would probably lead to my dropping it and causing permanent damage. Some people get fucked by going to Ruby Tuesdays, but all I have to do is go home.
Much love, everyone.
Anyway. Somehow I got a B- on my Jew Class paper. It was without a doubt one of the worst things I have ever written, and like I told Dave after seeing my grade, I should've gotten an F. Or at least a C. Still, I guess if I do well on my reding prompts and on my final exam I could keep a B+ in that class, which is all I ask for at this point.
Shit. I just realized that I got chocolate on my grey sweatpants. That bugs the hell out of me, and not just because now I will have to change in order to satifsy my OCDness. My fault for being a slob when eating chocolate croissants. Except not really because I don't know how that got there. It's a terrible croissant anyway. I just can't win these days.
My cell phone is missing. I don't know why anyone out there in LJ land would be trying to call me, but if you have been and have been getting my voicemail over and over again, there's your explanation. If it doesn't turn up by the end of tomorrow I guess I'll have to get a new one. Then again, maybe I'll go incommunicado (correct word? Probably not...) and just not have a phone anymore. That could make life interesting.
Also, I still don't have my computer running. At this point, I'll probably just wait til my room is back in order, because hauling that thing over to Hughes is not my idea of a good time. Plus my recent string of bad luck would probably lead to my dropping it and causing permanent damage. Some people get fucked by going to Ruby Tuesdays, but all I have to do is go home.
Much love, everyone.